I was alone and I needed a date.
I was takin’ a walk to the cemetery gate when I,
I saw a sign, it said, “For a good time,
take a left down at tombstone number 8.”

Went through the gateway and I’m pretty sure I
Saw some eyes peeking out of a sepulture, I
Took a step into the tomb of ill repute.
That’s where I met her, the zombie prostitute.
I grabbed her left breast and I’m pretty sure I tore it.
I said, “Go down,” but she didn’t have the stomach for it.
Her teeth fell out and her tounge fell out to boot.
But all in all she was a rotten kind of cute.
Well I was tense it was plain to see.
A sort of rigor mortis was comin’ over me.
I didn’t want to see it but I just had to believe it.
I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me.

Morally I’m destitute, in the tomb of ill repute.
She’s a rotten kind of cute for a zombie prostitute.
Now I’m fallin’ apart from my head down to my toes.
I don’t know which of my organs is the next to go.
I’ve been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease.
Wouldn’t you know now I’m a zombie gigolo.
I took my first client on a date.
We took a walk to the cemetery gate.
I got under her slip, but then I heard a rip.
I pulled it out and I said, “Baby keep the tip.

Morally I’m destitute, in the tomb of ill repute.
She’s a rotten kind of cute for a zombie prostitute.